Have I Not Reason To Lament

Pondering the mind of William Wordsworth, reading my favourite 'lines written in early spring'.

(Although autumn is upon me)

I have been learning so many new things, ways to view the world, to show what it is I see. Capturing little pieces to share with you, or any who would care to take a peek. I never imagined there to be so many tricks to take the picture I see with my eyes. Yet each week I walk away from my class full of new information, slightly concerned I many not remember it all.

If in the day I must do, work, be;

then the evening I save for dreaming.

Have a delightful weekend,
~Sarah~

I heard a thousand blended notes,

while in a grove I sate reclined,

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link

The human soul that through me ran,

And much it grieved my heart to think

What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;

And 'tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,

Their thoughts I cannot measure:-

But the lease motion which they made,

It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,

To catch the breezy air;

And I must thing, do all I can,

That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,

If such be Nature's holy plan,

Have I not reason to lament

What man has made of man

~ William Wordsworth~